I read this book on the recommendation of my daughter who is an avid knitter. She struggles with a busy life balancing a job teaching with raising two very active children and coping with her marriage and life in general. The Friday Night Knitting Club spoke loudly to her experience with women's issues.
The writing itself was only so-so. This isn't "great" literature although certainly not deserving of the scathing remarks made by some other reviewers here. But I've read far worse from books on the NY Times Bestsellers list. The story overall was perhaps a bit predictable and treacle filled. But this 66 year old grandmother found herself absorbed, sometimes surprised, and enjoying the notion of a group of women engaged in handwork and camaraderie.
And yes daughter, I DID cry at the end.